“I do.”
“I want to talk about your reasons for not being naked.”
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Lake, I’m just not comfortable with my body. I just knew you were going to…”
Lucy looked up at the waitress, who appeared to take away their plates.
“How about some dessert?”
Lake continued to stare at Lucy.
“One tiramisu, two spoons. With some strawberries on the side, baby?”
“Yes, darling.” She leaned over and kissed him on the chin.
When she was gone, Lake turned to Lucy. “Now, you knew I was going to…?”
“I’m not exactly model-thin.”
“But I’ve already seen you naked.”
“In the candlelight. I was nervous about full lighting.”
The waitress appeared and delivered their dessert. This time she didn’t give Lake any sensuous looks. Instead, she smiled at them both and left.
“Then tonight’s punishment is the perfect way to deal with your nerves. Now, sit on your hands so I can feed you.”
Lucy blushed, but one look at Lake’s face told her not to argue. She slipped her hands under her thighs.
“You’re so beautiful, Lucy,” he whispered in her ear. He moved closer to her in the booth, sliding his left arm behind her, his knee pushing against her thigh.
“Rub your thighs together. Feel that ball against your clitty. Feel those jewels against your wet pussy. I know you’re wet. I can smell it.”
Lucy shivered and nodded. The slight movement of her thighs sent desire rushing through her body.
She was barely aware of Lake lifting a bite of tiramisu on a spoon. He dipped the rich concoction into the strawberries and then placed the spoon in front of Lucy’s mouth.
“Open.”
She took the spoon into her mouth and closed her lips around it. Lake slowly pulled it out of her mouth, his eyes full of passion.
Lucy chewed slowly, her gaze following his hand as he put a bite of the creamy treat into his own mouth. They went back and forth for a few bites; each time Lake would slowly slide the spoon from her mouth, then lean in and whisper for her to increase the pressure on her clit.
Lucy clenched her thighs together. She was right on the edge, and more than a little embarrassed about coming in a public place. But she knew it was inevitable, and she knew that she had to trust Lake, and follow his edicts.
Each bite he gave her was like a caress, a soft stroking of her skin. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps and she knew her breasts were rising up and down in steady rhythm.
When he picked up a Lady Finger and coated it in the tiramisu, she knew what was coming. She was thankful for the low lighting in the restaurant as she took the long sponge cake into her mouth and sucked.
“Pretend that’s my dick, Lucy.” His voice was low in her ear. “Come while you’re sucking tiramisu from my dick.”
Lucy tightened up her pussy muscles, and she came, sucking harder on the dessert as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. She just knew that every person in the restaurant was looking at her, her chest heaving in exertion, her pussy throbbing for more attention. She opened her eyes and looked at Lake, who gazed at her with satisfaction written all over his face.
“You’re a hot little vixen, Lucy. You just need the right man, and that’s me, to guide you. Did you enjoy that?”
“Very much. Master.” She whispered the last word.
“Good. I’m glad, because in about an hour and a half, you’re not going to like me very much.”
Chapter Seven
The closer they got to Tygers, the more Lucy felt the desire to scream her safe word. She’d never been very good at punishments, because Brandon’s usually involved pain. And she just wasn’t into pain. The pulling of her rings last night had been uncomfortable, bordering on pain, but not painful.
She had a feeling tonight’s scene would involve pain.
When Lake pulled into the parking lot, she grimaced.
“Can we talk about this?”
“You want to negotiate your punishment?”
“Um. Yes.”
Lake’s laugh was low.
“Sorry, baby. This is non-negotiable.”
Lucy pouted. “I didn’t expect punishment so soon.”
“I didn’t expect you to disobey me so soon. I can’t just let it go, Lucy. You know that.”
“I know.” She looked down at the floor.
“You have to trust me.”
The silence grew thick in the car.
“If I let this slide, where would we be?”
“With me trusting you?” She knew that wasn’t true, but it was worth a shot.
“No, with you thinking that you could disobey me and I would never punish you. Punishments don’t always add up to pain. You’re in a whole new world now.”
“I know.”
“It doesn’t mean you’ll never get spanked, it just means that there are other ways to punish, and you need to be aware of them. Now, let’s go inside.”
Chess greeted them at the door, a huge smile on his face. He winked at Lucy as he opened the door.
“Welcome back Master Lake, little subbie.”
Lucy smiled back, even though her stomach was in knots.
At the inside desk, the girl from last night gave Lucy a look of envy.
“Master Lake, I prepared the room as you asked.”
“Thank you.”
He took Lucy’s hand and led her upstairs. Once there, he opened the door, and ushered Lucy into the outer chamber.
“Strip. Then come inside.”
“No gown? Is he waiting in there? Your friend?”
“Do as I say, Lucy.” Lake went into the other room.
She overcame the temptation to scream, “hell no,” and quickly undressed. She’d had the best orgasm of her life in this room last night. She prayed that tonight, she wouldn’t have the worst experience ever.
* * * * *
Lake sat in the chair and glanced at his watch. By his way of thinking, Lucy was either trying to decide whether to follow orders, or she was already downstairs, asking Chess to call her a cab.
He hadn’t expected things to move this fast, but when she’d disobeyed him today, he’d had no choice. He hoped this didn’t damage what he was trying to build with her. On the other hand, if he ignored her behavior, it would certainly damage what he was trying to build. It was a no-win situation.
He knew Eric was downstairs waiting, because their gazes had met and Eric had oh so subtly raised his eyebrows in appreciation when he saw Lucy. He glanced at his watch again. Another minute had gone by. He’d been sitting in the chair for almost fifteen now. One more minute and he’d go into the other room to see if his perfect little sub was gone forever.
He signed deeply, then bit back a smile as the door opened and Lucy walked inside. Her eyes widened at the sight of the bondage swing hanging from the ceiling.
“You’ve been in one before?”
“No.”
“Good. Come over here and I’ll strap you into it.”
“It won’t hold me.”
“You and I are going to have to talk about this weight issue, but not tonight. It will hold you. Come over here and sit down.”
He eased her back into the chair, instructing her to hold the bar above her head. He ran his hands down her arms and then locked each wrist to the bar. He moved to the bottom and placed each leg in the hold, strapping them down to the satiny material.
When Lucy was fully tied to the swing, he went to the wall and hit a switch. The swing rose until Lucy was about five feet in the air. Her legs were spread about three feet wide, opening her pussy for a perfect view of her piercings and the jewelry he’d bought her. She thrashed against her bonds and whimpered that she wanted to be let go, to be let down.
“Relax, little vixen. That’s what you are, my little vixen. Vix for short. That’s your name now, when you’re wi
th me. Who am I, Vix?”
He watched her fight against her fears, her arms and legs pulling against her bonds. His cock twitched when she said, “You’re my Master.”
“Very good. Relax. Just relax.”
When her breathing had calmed a little, he walked behind her and stroked her hair.
“Breathe deep.”
“I’m trying, Master.”
“I know.” He attached the collar around her neck, then leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Are you ready, Vix?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Why did you disobey me?”
“Nerves. I said I was sorry.”
“You did, and now it’s time for your punishment.” He looked down on her and smiled. Then, he gently tied the blindfold over her eyes.
“Master! Please, no, no!” Lucy felt as if her heart would beat right out of her chest. Visions of the punishments Brandon would devise popped into her head.
“Please!”
“Vix, hush. If you want to use your safe word, do it now before we start.”
Lucy seriously considered screaming out “swoop,” but quickly discarded the idea. Memories from last night appeared…warm and sensuous, and orgasmic. Tonight probably wouldn’t be that way, but other nights would, she was sure of it. She had to learn to trust Lake.
He massaged her temples. “Are you using your safe word?”
“No, Master.”
“Good girl. Relax while I find our guest.”
“Yes, Master.”
“And Vix, be polite to our guest.”
“I will, Master.”
The door opened and closed, and Lucy took several calming breaths. Somehow she doubted she would be whipped tonight, but if it did happen, she was prepared to handle it. Maybe, just maybe, he’d spank her. She could handle that. But if he’d had that in mind, she’d be lying on her stomach.
The door opened and two, deep male voices echoed against the walls.
“I’m back. This is our guest. You can refer to him as Master X.”
“Good evening, Lucy.”
“Hello, Master X.” Her breathing kicked up a notch. She was naked, on display, and she felt very, very vulnerable.
“Lake, I’m jealous. She’s extraordinary.”
“Thank you. I think so.” Hands cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. No one spoke, but Lucy recognized the softness of Lake’s hands. Of course Master X could have equally soft hands. She swallowed a gulp.
“Destiney did a great job on the jewelry,” X said as the hands continued to caress her nipples. Was it one of them touching her, or both of them? X’s voice was on the right side of the swing, but it could very well be his hand caressing her.
“Didn’t she? It made my little vixen come hard tonight, didn’t it?” Lake’s voice sounded from the left of the swing.
“Yes, Master.” Lucy squirmed. She hated being on display in front of someone she’d never met, much less not knowing if Lake’s “guest” was touching her in such an intimate manner.
“But that’s not why we’re here,” Lake said. “My little vixen was a bad girl tonight, and needs to be punished.”
“May I ask what she did?”
“I told her to be naked and she wasn’t.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, naughty little Lucy.”
“Yes, she was.” Lake’s voice held more than a tinge of disappointment and Lucy cringed. “Since Lucy’s uncomfortable being naked, I thought the proper punishment should take her out of her comfort zone. I’m going to spank her pretty little pussy while you watch. You don’t mind, do you, Master X?”
“Not at all, Master Lake.”
Lucy’s mind reeled. She hadn’t figured on this. She let out a gurgling noise and someone, she presumed Lake, gently stroked her cheek.
“Do you want to say something, Vixen?”
She swallowed panic and shook her head. She was already naked, and the “mystery guest” had already seen her. She knew that what she had done was wrong, and now she must be punished. It didn’t mean she had to like the idea, though.
“I can’t hear a headshake. Do you have something to say?” There was no anger in Lake’s voice. He sounded as if he were having a normal conversation with someone on the phone.
“No, Master.”
“Good. Now, I hope you enjoyed your orgasm at dinner, Lucy, because you won’t get another one for twenty-four hours. That’s part of your punishment.”
Hands left her body and Lucy felt strangely bereft. She wanted those hands back. It was a bizarre feeling, considering she was about to be spanked, and not on the place she’d thought her first spanking from Lake would be. And, it was happening in front of a stranger. Would Lake take the blindfold off when the punishment was over? Would he let her see who Master X was? Or would she never find out? Would she look at each one of his friends and wonder if he was the man who had witnessed her first punishment at Lake’s hands?
The room fell silent and Lucy’s feeling of vulnerability increased. She knew that Lake wouldn’t leave her there, unable to break free of her bonds, but still she was nervous. That was part of his plan; she was sure.
She jumped when the sound of a chair moving closer broke the silence. She knew that X had taken a spot where he could watch the punishment. Her body flushed and she tried to control her breathing.
Silence prevailed for a few more minutes and she wondered where Lake was. Was he over at the wall, choosing a paddle? Or would he use his hand?
The silence stretched out and Lucy wiggled. Finally, she felt as if she could take no more.
“Master?”
“Hush, Vix. We’ll start when I’m ready and not before.”
“Yes, Master.”
The silence stretched on, and then Lucy felt the heat from his body between her legs. She almost sighed in pleasure. When he stroked the soft leather paddle over her pussy she stifled a gasp.
“You’ve brought this on yourself, Lucy,” Lake said. “I hope you think about it when you consider disobeying me again.”
He rubbed the paddle back and forth, the friction heating up her pussy. Then he smartly smacked it down.
Lucy bit back a groan as the paddle hit again, this time lower. Three more swats landed in quick succession, the leather biting against her sensitive skin.
“How many swats should I give you, Vixen? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? How many do you think your little show of disrespect is worth?”
Her mind reeled at his question. Brandon would have never asked. He would have just spanked her until his arm was tired, and she would have felt it for days afterwards. The fact that Lake was a different kind of Dom, one who actually cared about her feelings, solidified in her mind.
“However many you think I deserve, Master.”
“Very good answer, my subbie.” Lake’s voice was thick with desire. “We’ll start with ten and see what I think from there. Count them for me, Lucy.”
He delivered the swats quickly, varying the intensity of the paddle. By the time Lucy called out ten, she felt like she was on fire.
She heard Lake’s friend get up, felt his heat beside her as the swing gently rocked.
Lucy hissed when Lake traced the edge of the thin paddle down her slit.
“She’s wet,” X said.
“She is indeed,” Lake replied. “Have we learned our lesson, Lucy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Do I need to deliver more?”
“No, Master.” Even Lucy could hear the doubt, and desire in her own voice.
“What if I think you need more?”
Lucy struggled with an answer. Finally, she sighed.
“That is your decision, Master.”
Lake continued to trace Lucy’s slit with the paddle. He took a huge breath and then mouthed, “Fuck,” to Eric.
If Lucy hadn’t been so vulnerable, so in need of love, he’d have both of them fuck her right here and now. But he knew that would send the wrong message. He took a step away from her and bent over, claspi
ng his knees as he tried to rein in his desires.
Finally, he stepped toward her and smartly slapped her pussy with the paddle. He delivered four more swift strokes, then ran the leather across her thighs. He was only using a small paddle but he knew it still stung. He was proud Lucy hadn’t called out for him to stop, or used her safe word. That meant she felt a connection to him, and it made his heart swell.
He was sure, now, that Lucy and he would be together for a long, long time. He just had to convince her of that.
“You won’t disobey me anymore, will you, Vix?”
“No, Master.”
“When I tell you to be naked, you’ll be naked, won’t you?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.”
He looked at Eric, who pointed toward his chest and jerked his head toward the door.
“Master X is leaving, Lucy. Thank him for watching your punishment.”
His cock swelled more when she murmured thank you. He followed Eric to the door.
“Fuck. I’ll ask again. Does she have a sister?” Eric’s voice was low.
“Don’t think so. Thanks for your help.”
“Are you kidding me? Geez, I hope Mandy’s still at the desk. Jacking off’s not going to hack it after this.”
Eric shut the door behind him and Lake moved toward Lucy.
“I’m proud of you. I know that wasn’t easy.”
“May I get down now, Master?”
“Not yet.” He stood above her head and removed the blindfold. She blinked several times, then looked toward Eric’s empty chair.
“Part of the punishment is not knowing who he was, Lucy.”
“Will I ever?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Master? Did you mean it when you said I couldn’t orgasm for twenty-four hours?”
“Yes.” He looked at his watch. “It’s almost midnight. So, we’ll just go from midnight to midnight tomorrow night. And I expect you to be honest with me. If you come, I’ll punish you again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.”
He stroked his cock. He knew he’d never make it twenty-four hours, but for him to come in front of Lucy would add insult to her punishment and he didn’t want to do that. But then again he didn’t want to leave her tonight, either.
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